On Returning Home
A poem by Keith Gorman


On Returning Home

Shaggy hedges climb high around
the mildewed shingles of the old yellow house
like husky green leaves—the neck scarfs
jacketing the late June rose.

Over the unkempt lawn, small pockets of time
rewind among the sleepy grasses:
two blue-jeaned boys, forever mothballed
in a clackity haze of home movie reels

where words are borne upon aprons of sunlight
and familiar breezes. Old names, faces
and traces of my father linger with the clean
scent of freshly hewn applewood

which once fell to his smoky saw. I step
to the porch. I remember the hands—the fingers
pressing quick-set cement: two eager tykes
leaving their love on the cellar floor.


About the Author:

Keith Gorman is a retired factory worker, poet, and classical guitarist who lives in Eastern Tennessee near the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains. He received his BM degree from the Sherwood Conservatory of Music in Chicago, Illinois. His poetry has been published in various journals, including Verse-Virtual, Delta Poetry Review, I-70 Review, Muddy River Poetry Review, Chiron Review, Impspired Magazine, and The California Quarterly Review.


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